My beloved | A reality shifting story

☀ the day everything changed

A/N this story is about me and my shifting journey (I haven't shifted yet, so the parts where I shift to my dr are fiction for now) and what I'd be like in my dr that I'm trying to shift to. Of course I won't be using any of my friend's real names.

The day my life changed was on a Saturday. Technoinnit had posted about reality shifting (go check out their yt channel! I recommend their content!) on that day. At first I had thought nothing of it, but then I realized. I could be with my comfort characters. 

That day, when I went to the mall with my mother, all I could think about was reality shifting. I had so many questions, so many thoughts! I was so excited! Was it really real? Was it just a hoax? I was praying it was real, because otherwise, I'd be stuck in my original reality forever. 

And I decided. That night, I'd try and shift. Of course, the downside was, I didn't have a script, and I didn't like to meditate. But that was fine though, right? The method I used said I didn't need a script and that meditating was not mandatory. 

That night, I used the Julia Method. I set myself up for failure though, by expecting it to not work. But, when it didn't work, I didn't beat myself up. I understood that shifting first try was very rare, and that something like this usually takes some practice. 

After some highs and lows, I just stopped trying to shift. School had become very time and energy-consuming, and I just didn't have the mental capacity to attempt anymore. So, I just kind of left it out of my mind. 

And then on one bad night, I had to get out of bed and sit in the living room, tired as hell. I'd woken up at 3 AM, nose almost fully stuffed, and I'd laid there in the recliner in my living room. 

I wasn't even trying to shift, and I didn't, but now I become more and more sure that I was so close that night. 

My body was asleep, but my mind was still awake, and I was still aware of my surroundings. This wasn't unusual for me, that meant that I'd fall asleep soon. Good. I needed sleep. I had school that day. And then I felt a weird sensation, like there was a tremendous force on my body. It wasn't painful, in fact, it was kind of comforting. Like someone was laying on top of me. Another odd sensation came over me, like something was pulling me. But it didn't feel like my body was being pulled. It felt like my consciousness was being pulled out of my body. 

And then I heard sounds, like a low rumbling whooshing sound. I'm not joking when I say whooshing, I really mean whooshing. Even my mind questioned why I was hearing that sound. And then I started seeing things, thousands of colors changing rapidly as if I was falling. In the moment, I didn't even think about the fact that I was maybe shifting, I was just confused. And for some reason the symptoms stopped. 

I wasn't angry, as I said before, I was just kind of confused. And then I fell asleep. 

Yesterday, November 21st, I attempted to shift again. I used the In Your Arms method, and I plan to use that method for a little while, at least to see the results I get. I got some symptoms, but nothing too crazy. When I finished my method and it didn't work, I settled in my bed, and said to myself "That's okay. I'm patient, and willing to wait." 

Now, November 22nd, I find myself reading through my script, preparing and calming my mind so I can shift later tonight. 

I sighed, putting my phone down and turning it off. I did all my chores before bed, brush my teeth, brush my hair, plug in my Chromebook and Phone and was finally ready. I turned my lights off, closed my door, and sat on my bed. I fiddled with my pillows, grabbing the biggest and longest one and positioning it how the shifting method I was using demanded. 

I laid on the pillow on my stomach, resting my head on its centre, as if I was laying in someone's arms. His arms. I repeated the sentence the method demanded in a whisper, careful not to alert my parents to what I was doing. As I repeated the sentence over and over, I imagined what he looked like and the memories I wanted between us. All the funny inside jokes between us, the times we were wheezing, dying on the floor because of some shit we did, our movie nights where we'd snuggle under the covers, eating popcorn.

After spending some time repeating the sentence and thinking about him, I moved onto the next step. I visualized him, what he smells like, what he's wearing, etc. I did this for countless minutes. My body had gone numb at this point, which was good, but I felt like I was actually laying on someone. Maybe it was him.

I decided to move on to the next step, and then the next. I counted down from 100, slowly. It was calming, but it was also putting me to sleep. But I didn't want to go to sleep, as the method I was using was mainly an awake method. And then my eyes opened. 

A wave of anger and disappointment washed over me as I thought that I'd ruined the experience. And then I realized, that my room looked weird. Wait. That's not my CR room.